The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.

The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's Knot.

Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.